𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐬

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈 - 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚, 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐄𝐯𝐚, 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐄𝐯𝐚?

(This is not my best work 😭 I rushed to finish this in the last three days and reading back it's giving choppy sloppy DOOKIE but I had to publish today. There's also a lot goin' on, so no song, but gon head and put that library on shuffle! The chaos will align LMAO)

Also, friendly warning, this is an 18+ chapter 😮‍💨 imma mind my business tho

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April 27, '01

"So, we live together already. You could even pick out a house if you wanna live outside the city, wherever. Our money's all good, all together. We work hard, together or not, you saw that. I just gotta meet your mama now, finally and she gon love me, trust. A nigga know his scripture, a lil bit," he told her, effortlessly reminding Aiyana of how much of her life was already tethered to his.

"But if that's not enough security, if you think I'd be stupid enough to leave yo' ass, if you even thought you was goin' somewhere, then we gon' have to fix that, for real," he emphasized, pulling out the Tiffany Blue Box, gazing at Yana and seeing her eyes go big, the rest of her face going in shock.

"Marry me, Yana," Michael told her, in his trademark commanding tone as he opened it, revealing the three stoned ring. He watched and saw tears form in her eyes, her face scrunching up before she covered it to stop him from seeing her.

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1 day ago...

RACONTEUR

Aiyana sat back against the couch, her steaming plate of chicken and broccoli from the Chinese around the corner sitting on her lap, in hand, the remote to Michael's ridiculously pricey toy, a Philips 42" flat screen TV. Raising the volume, she poked around her plate with her plastic fork, raising her head only after the ads ended and 106 & Park returned from its break.

"Wassup y'all," Free greeted from the studio into her mic, AJ dutifully beside her, "you are watching the hottest show in the Universe, 106 & Park, and we're gettin' ready to bring out today's guest. Are y'all ready?"

The audience applauded and Yana's insides twisted and churned, butterflies crowding her stomach as she, too, waited for the guest she had dressed for the occasion.

AJ delivered a quick rundown of the guest's current projects and achievements before announcing the Highest, Most Exalted One: "Aaliyah."

There was more applause and Aaliyah walked through the red foil fringed curtains, a wide smile on her face, not that Aiyana noticed. Her eyes shot straight to the clothes, inspecting her finishes, nitpicking for a mistake. The top was fine and there was an idea there that worked. As for the suede, nude pants, she found herself fussing over the fit a bit. They were visibly loose, enough for Aaliyah to tug them up discreetly on her way up the stage. Pants were just so hard to craft to perfection, but she guessed the woman could've lost a few pounds as well. Still, she hoped no one noticed.

Aaliyah joined the hosts onstage and took her seat as Yana ate a spoonful of rice, gingerly waiting to see if anyone would crack a joke at Aaliyah's pants.

"You look beautiful," Free complimented Aaliyah excitedly, prompting a compliment in return.

"Well, that's the-," AJ started, stopping as he checked the singer's fit out. The what?, Yana whispered to herself in frustration. "She came with the boots too, look at the boots," he pointed out animately, clearly entranced by the outfit now. Almost immediately, a weight lifted off of Aiyana's shoulders, her lungs deflating as she let out a sigh of relief.